The man who was clinking glasses with Huo Qi was Bao Yuyan's brother, Bao Yugang.

Huo Qi raised his glass and clinked it with his: "Hello, Young Master Bao."

Bao Yugang deliberately raised his wine glass high, only letting Huo Qi touch the base, then tugged at the whiskers of the Australian lobster, intentionally letting the whiskers flick against Huo Sir's face, and asked, "Is the Australian lobster delicious?"

Seafood is all about freshness and ultimate sweetness, and sashimi is the best way to eat it.

At today's party, the salmon and Australian lobster were both freshly cut sashimi. If they weren't delicious, the Nie family wouldn't have dared to serve them. Since Mr. Huo is here, he naturally has to enjoy them.

Freshly ground mustard paste with a touch of soy sauce, rolled up with a large, translucent piece of meat, and stuffed into his mouth, Officer Huo gave a thumbs up: "Delicious!"

She added, "Thank you, Ms. Chen, your meal today was especially delicious."

But Bao Yugang laughed and said, "I think today's Australian lobster is just so-so. Even this Mr. Huo thinks it's delicious. What kind of rotten fish and shrimp do you usually eat?"

He chuckled, and the group of young lads sitting behind him burst into laughter. One of them said, "Maybe Inspector Huo just likes to eat rotten fish and shrimp. After all, smell him... hey, he stinks!"

Chen Rou didn't like eating raw food, so she only picked up a few bamboo shoots, ate a couple of bites, and coldly watched these young lads.

She had a gut feeling that Guo Fuzheng was the one who would cause trouble, so she kept glancing at him, waiting to see when he would appear.

Sure enough, Guo Fuzheng arrived shortly afterward, accompanied by a man with thin eyebrows and rat-like eyes, as well as the brothers Nie Jiayu and Nie Jiajun. The group chatted as they walked.

It was probably Guo Fuzheng and that thin-browed, rat-eyed man listening, while Nie Jiajun and his brother were talking.

Judging from the way the brothers were talking animatedly, they were probably describing her new motorcycle.

They have too little experience and have always been pampered, so they have no guile whatsoever.

Although they were both carrying plates, they were fed by servants at home and didn't have much of an appetite at the party. Nie Jiajun carried two egg tarts and Nie Jiayu carried a plate of sandwiches, both unremarkable.

But Guo Fuzheng's carrying was more interesting, because he was carrying a large tray with seven or eight cups of coffee inside, and he kept glancing this way as he walked, his small triangular eyes looking askance, clearly up to no good.

Bao Yugang turned around, snapped his fingers, and whispered, "Here!"

Making a scene at such a party is very impolite. No matter how arrogant Bao Yugang and other rich kids are outside, how wild they are when racing cars, or how vulgar they are when they curse the police in private, they are polite in this kind of setting.

Although Guo Fuzheng's economic level has improved, his self-cultivation still needs to be improved.

He had a very loud voice: "Young Master Yu, let's go over there."

Nie Jiayu and Nie Jiajun were with him not because of Guo Fuzheng himself, but because of the motorcycle instructor by his side.

This person is from Tokyo, but speaks Cantonese very well.

He can not only lean close to the ground and turn corners, but also drift in place, and even lift the front and swing the rear of the bike. He's incredibly awesome.

Nie Jiayu and Nie Jiajun were bragging to him about Chen Rou, but their bragging was a bit weak because neither of them had ever seen Chen Rou ride a motorcycle. So... they were just making things up, saying that their aunt was amazing.

But when they saw Chen Rou sitting with Bao Yugang, they were delighted and quickly came over.

Just as they walked over, Bao Yugang, holding a glass, turned and sat down next to Chen Rou, raised his glass to toast her, and said politely, "Mrs. Nie, my daughter Ah Yan often mentions you, saying that you ride horses very well."

Just then, Ignoring the teasing, Inspector Huo was wolfing down his food.

On the surface, it seems that Nie Jiayu tripped up Guo Fuzheng, and even he himself thought so.

At the same time, Guo Fuzheng tilted the tray in his hand, and seven or eight cups of scalding coffee were about to be poured over Huo Sir's head. But at the same time, Bao Yugang was stunned because Chen Rou was clearly sitting by the window.

But then she suddenly shifted, moving over his thigh while still supporting herself on the table with her hands, her legs already reaching the tray, and she was wearing a pair of off-white sheepskin pointed-heeled high heels.

If it weren't for the tablecloth and Chen Rou's skirt fluttering in the wind, he would have even doubted that he was seeing things.

Because Chen Rou's hands were on the table, she kicked the tray with her foot, then moved to sit back down.

At the same time, there was a cry of "Ouch!" followed by the crash of a cup to the ground. Guo Fuzheng screamed, "Hot! So hot!"

The entire hall was immediately drawn to this, and people rushed over.

Nie Han was among them and quickly called out to the waiter, "A customer here has been burned. Quick, get ice and a wheelchair."

Mrs. Dai, the hotel manager, was in charge of hosting today's reception. She squeezed in and asked, "Is this gentleman alright? Is the burn serious?"

It was Inspector Huo who helped him up and sat him down, asking, "Are you burned?"

Guo Fuzheng was even more wronged than Dou E, because the group of rich young men who wanted to bully Huo Sir were just too noble to stand up for him. But Guo Fuzheng was considered part of the red class in mainland China. In the end, he not only failed to harm others but also ended up getting himself covered in coffee.

Fortunately, the coffee wasn't too hot, and it only spilled on his chest.

The staff had already brought over a wheelchair, and a kind lady handed him tissues and handkerchiefs. Mrs. Dai held a hot towel, and a large group of people surrounded Guo Fuzheng, showing concern and care, and all advised him to either go home or go to the hospital.

But Guo Fuzheng certainly couldn't leave, because the Nie family hadn't even invited his father, Guo Xiaobai, only him.

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